Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Chapter 495: Chapter 259: I Really Like Seeing You Cry for Me

Hillena closes her eyes in ultimate ecstasy, burying her face into Lynn’s neck, finding the eternal solace in the warmth of their skin touching.

She has offered her most precious everything, in the most sincere way, to the person she most wishes to entrust.

This is destined to be a sleepless night. With the blessing of Morgana, the stunningly seductive female demon, Lynn almost burnt out, his attack speed maximized.

Looking at the sleeping Hillena beside him, having just returned from the brink of death and experienced such intense passion, she indeed exhausted all her strength. At this moment, her lips still held a slight satisfied curve, as if savoring the tenderness moments ago in her dreams.

Lynn gently brushed aside the hair on her forehead, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.

He took one last deep look at the sleeping Hillena, engraving her image deep within his soul, then quietly dressed and turned to step towards the window.

The night wind lifted the hem of his garment, and as he leapt from the windowsill, he transformed into a shadow blended into the night.

A moment later, Lynn arrived by the Divine Tree, whispering, "Now is the time."

"Are you certain? According to previous calculations, the world barrier will be in a weakened state in six months."

The Divine Tree asked.

"Don’t worry about that. I’m sure I can completely break through it."

Lynn shook his head and said.

"Alright."

The Divine Tree gave a brief response without asking the reason.

In the next moment, branches that blocked out the sky suddenly spread open, a dark green shadow instantly enveloping the entire Morol City.

Pale golden light rain scattered from the tree crown, and within the city the Demon Clan’s descendants looked up in unison, the gentle light screen immediately enveloping them, slowly lifting towards the sky.

There was no trace of panic on their faces; days ago, the Divine Tree had already informed them of this.

In pairs of purple eyes, a light of joy arose; they knew it meant that after being imprisoned here for ten thousand years, they were finally about to welcome an unknown but brand new future.

Previously, Lynn had discussed with the Divine Tree Spirit: the sudden appearance of hundreds of beautiful exotic females in the human world would likely cause disaster.

Ultimately, he decided that the Divine Tree would use supreme power to create a space to accommodate the Demon Clan’s descendants, temporarily settle them there, and wait for a suitable time to release them.

At this moment, figures with purple skin in the city were enveloped by golden light, disappearing one after another into the Divine Tree’s leaves, entering that space.

Once the last person disappeared, the Divine Tree’s main body suddenly emitted a rumble, and under Lynn’s gaze, this ancient towering tree that sheltered Morol City for centuries seemed to have completed its long mission, collapsing with a crash.

Lynn was not saddened, for death itself was but the prelude to rebirth.

A few minutes later, the sound of rustling emerged; he quickly headed towards the depths of the ruins, sure enough finding a fresh emerald-like sapling.

This was the new body of the Divine Tree Spirit.

Lynn half-squatted, gently gripping the sapling. He could feel the sapling slightly trembling, with nervousness and awkwardness from unfamiliar contact.

Then, a faint light flickered, and the sapling detached from the soil, again shrinking into a tender shoot, winding up his wrist from his palm, forming an unobtrusive vine bracelet.

Who could have guessed that within this bracelet lies a mysterious space capable of accommodating hundreds?

Morol City was deserted at this moment, with all Demon Clan descendants having entered the mysterious space, awaiting Lynn to find a suitable place for them to survive in the human world before emerging.

Lynn glanced back at this dilapidated city that time should have annihilated, finally relieved.

In the human world, many still cared for him, also wondering how Ivyst was now.

He raised his hand to touch the vine bracelet on his wrist, softly saying, "It is time to leave."

Lynn slowly walked to the ancient prophecy stele standing in the city’s center, his fingertips grazing the engraved inscription — accurately recording the date he arrived at Morol City, even predicting his choice at this moment to some extent.

Under the moonlight, the chilly stele surface gleamed with a ghostly blue light, silently mocking the struggles of mortals.

"Who, besides destiny itself, could lay such a chessboard?"

He murmured, a sharp dagger carving a blood wound in his palm.

Crimson blood droplets fell on the stone stele’s surface, instantly devoured by the thirsty stele.

The ancient runes on the stele surface lit up, ghostly blue light outlining a distorted space rift in the night.

"You’ve finally arrived."

Familiar whispers came from the void, with an echo bringing shivers. The Prisoner of Destiny’s voice layers like ten thousand voices overlapping, stirring ripples in the darkness.

Lynn stared at the swirling darkness in the rift’s depths, his voice calm to the point of coldness, "I want to trade."

"Trade for the end of everything... yes, the power to shatter the world barrier."

The darkness within the rift suddenly stilled, after a moment’s dead silence, erupting in a chilling laughter.

"Anything I desire? Even your ’true name’?"

True name?

Lynn seemed to have thought of something, froze.

"Indeed, the true name is a beacon in the river of destiny... sacrificing it, it means you have never existed." The voice suddenly turned soothing, "When Hillena awakens, her memory will forever erase the name ’Lynn’.

"Of course, not only her, Ivyst and all those you cared for will no longer remember there was ever a person named Lynn in this world."